Choice Tales from the Vale – (508) The Lusty Landlady and the Substitute

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

But he was glad he went because he caught his skinny Indian landlady fingering herself and ended up fucking her horny arse from behind on the sofa, after that he was a regular consumer of the Indian Buffet.

In late October Autumn had well and truly arrived in Downshire when Christian “went out for an Indian”.

He reached her house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and he saw her car was on the drive and the windows were open so he knew she was in, so he went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

He proceeded onto the decking and opened the back door and could immediately hear familiar noises emanating from inside the house.

He knew from personal experience what Anjuli sounded like when she was being fucked, so he assumed he had been replaced by another willing cock.

But he couldn’t resist investigating to see who the lucky man was, it appeared to be coming from dining room, so he quietly pushed the door open, just a crack and saw Anjuli kneeling on the floor, rising and falling on a huge vibrating dildo and moaning loudly with every thrust.

He closed the door again and quickly undressed and when he was naked, he reopened the door and stepped in and although she turned her head and smiled, she never missed a stroke as she continued to pleasure herself.

Christian walked towards her, and she opened her mouth to receive him, so he put his erection in her mouth.

“Oh” he gasped and put one hand on the back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst the thick black hair and gave her five good deep-throated lengths, while she finished herself off on her dildo.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she slurped and dribbled then he lay down on the floor and let her impale her cunny on him until he finished inside her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (507) The Grass Widow

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town, whereas Nettlebridge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

This was of particular importance to the Robinson family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the Village of Oxley Ridge.

They had one of the largest farms in the county covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and streams. 

So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with Watts Farm.

For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.

The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to rescue them.

When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all weathers.

It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.

It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet and a heavy-duty roll bar.

Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to eat his lunch.

He had just finished his second coffee and was preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground, which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was,  and he found himself wishing he was watching as well.

“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he stood up, making her jump.

“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having just pulled her knickers and trousers up.

“Anything need wiping?” he added.

“No thanks” Emma replied.

Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months in every 12.

“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he said.

“Very flattering” she retorted.

Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.

She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and Marshall was always more than willing to service them.

They were just about the same age, and they had got on well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was drystone walling.

When Emma initiated a sexual encounter with a kiss which led to her whorish moans echoing around the valley.

So, after starting proceedings he began to seize on the opportunity and had rummaged his way into her bra when she had second thoughts and turned her back on him.

“We mustn’t” she said sharply.

“But you were enjoying it” he pointed out.

“That’s not the point, I’m married” Emma said, “and I love my husband”.

He kissed her neck and began nibbling her ear and returned his hands to her yielding flesh.

So, she was stood behind the wall facing the stark scenery, hands braced on the cold stones, while he had one hand inside the layers of clothing fondling her ample breast and other deep in her knickers frigging her creamy fanny.

As he continued to stroke her quim, she was moaning rhythmically and the tone was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax, then he quickly debagged her before dropping his own trousers and taking out his cock.

Emma moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit of her hairy cunny and her juice glistened on his bell end in the sunlight and he repeated this action repeatedly and each time her moan grew louder, then she could wait no longer.

“Fuck me for God’s sake”

“I was just waiting for the invitation” Marshall said and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure as she gripped on to the wall as he pounded her pussy from behind while groping her tits.

Her moans gave way to hoarse grunts, growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased, until she screamed, and her body shuddered before he shot into her.

He left his cock twitching inside her hot pussy, and as she relaxed, she let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck and withdrew his cock from her fanny and she sighed again.

 

As Marshall redressed himself Emma was still clinging onto the wall, periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her leg twitched.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (506) The Lusty Landlady on the Swing Seat

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

But he was glad he went because he caught his skinny Indian landlady fingering herself and ended up fucking her horny arse from behind on the sofa, after that he was a regular consumer of the Indian Buffet.

In early October Downshire was experiencing an Indian Summer and Christian was experiencing it more the most.

He reached the house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and he saw her car was on the drive and the windows were open so he knew she was in, so he went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

He proceeded onto the decking and there she was on the swing seat, completely naked except for her jewellery.

Anjuli was a yoga devotee and was extremely limber and flexible, so it was no surprise to find her on the seat with her legs spread wide and her feet braced against the chains while her fingers toiled feverishly amidst her thick black pubes frigging her juicy flesh.

“You started without me again” he said as he hurriedly undressed.

“You’ll soon catch up” she purred.

Christian knelt down in front of her, and he kissed her smiling mouth and as their tongues entwined her fingers ran through his hair and then he felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head downward.

“They’re not the lips I want kissing” she said as his mouth approached her waiting cunny.

Christian’s balls were aching, and he was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first, so he willingly obliged her, she readily pleasured him during their exchanges, so he was happy to do the same and went down between her caramel-coloured thighs to sup on her hot juicy pussy. 

His tongue worked at the creamy wet flesh and she wriggled and squirmed, as the chains rattled, and she was moaning and gasping until she could wait no longer.

“Fuck me now” she screamed.

“Oh God please fuck me now”.

Christian raised his head and wiped her juice from his mouth with his arm and looked at her with one hand gripping the seat back and the other playing with her dark nipple.

Her legs were still spread wide braced between the chains and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him with her wet pussy on the edge of the seat.

“Now Christian” she said, “I want your cock”.

He immediately obliged her request and she sucked in air through her teeth, then he pulled the swing back and forth sliding her juicy quim on and off his cock and all the time she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he swung the chair faster and faster and the chains rattled until Anjuli screamed in the garden at the top of her lungs and he erupted in side her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (505) Christmas Stuffing

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, such as the beautiful village of Chapel Hill which was the home of Adam and Daisy Brannigan and on Christmas morning Daisy was anxiously awaiting the arrival of their lunch guests, because they were hosting the in-laws for the first time. 

Daisy was sitting on an armchair and Adam stood behind her.

“Just relax” he said and put his hands on her shoulders and peered down inside her gaping red blouse to the magnificent breasts encased in the smooth cupped black bra.

“You really need to relax” he added and then without further preamble he plunged his hands inside her gaping blouse and displace the silk cups and replaced them with his hands and gently groped her breasts.

“Theres no time for that nonsense” she snapped and pulled his hands out “They’ll be here any minute”.

“Actually, we have plenty of time, because mum just texted and they’re running an hour late” he replied.

“Oh” she murmured and fed his hands back inside her bra and reunited them with her tits.

“Good move” he said and bent down to kiss down into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her nipples.

He abandoned her Christmas baubles and knelt in front of her and resumed the kiss, and as she unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her breasts, his hands went up her skirt.

She broke away from his lips and redirected his mouth towards her proud pink nipple and he obligingly sucked it as she played with the other one.

Daisy’s breasts were rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he fingered her though her tights and knickers and very quickly the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until cream oozed through the fabric.

Daisy wriggled and squirmed in the chair and was panting in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

He reached up under her skirt with both hands and smartly yanked her Christmas tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her knickers and this time she obliged him by lifting her buttocks off the chair and the silk panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her magnificent tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to lick it out, but time was against him, he would nosh on her later in the day so instead he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it now, do it now?” she begged and sat back in the chair with her thighs wide open and her pussy on the edge of the chair and he quickly obliged her, so as Daisy held tight onto the arms of the chair, Adam fucked her juicy quim and she was biting her lip and rolling her head from side to side as he fucked her faster and faster.

Finally, Daisy drew hers knees up to her chest and moaned into the folds of her skirt as the chair began to creak under the frenetic strain and they both came loudly.

It was doubly satisfying for Daisy because not only had she had a very agreeable Christmas fuck, but her mother-in-law was going to be an hour late, and Daisy would never let her live that down.

She would have to put on clean knickers and tights but that was a small price to pay for a juicy Christmas fuck. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (504) The Eligible Batchelor

 

Brassington is a large sprawling village nestled in the wooded hills on the southern edge of the Dancingdean Forest in the southeast corner of Downshire and 30-year-old Stuart Williams was considered to be the most eligible Batchelor in the village so when he turned his attention to 25-year-old Amelia Cooke she thought she had hit the jackpot.

So, she was breathless when he asked her out, however after three weeks she dumped him.

“But why?” he asked in disbelief “I’ve been a real gentleman, romantic, well mannered, we’ve dined at the best restaurants, I’ve taken you to the cinema, best seats at the theatre, I’ve treated you like a Princess and I’ve spared no expense, so I don’t understand why we’re breaking up”.

“Everything you have said is true Stuart” she said.

“But sometimes all a girl needs is a spine-tingling, toe-curling fuck”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (503) The Lusty Landlady

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

He reached the house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and knocked on the door but got no answer, so he knocked again, but still got no answer.

He car was on the drive and the windows were open, so he was convinced she was in, so he decided to check in the garden, he knew she was a keen gardener.  

He went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

However, there was no sign of her, but the French doors were open, and he thought he could hear something.

He proceeded onto the decking and approached the French doors and did a double take when he saw the skinny middle aged Indian woman was sat on the sofa.

With one leg on the floor and one resting on the cushions with her clothing in disarray as she enthusiastically frigged herself

Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling while her fingers busied themselves between her lips.
Christian found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another and he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her pussy.

The others back at the house always referred to her as the dried-up old spinster but she looked far from dried up from where he was standing, and she certainly was not dry judging by the sound her fingers were making on her pussy as she finished herself off.

When she opened her eyes, she said.

“And who are you?” she asked as she removed her hand from her knickers and licked the juice from her fingers.

“Christian” he said, “I’m sorry I did knock”.

“Yes” she replied with a smile “I was a bit distracted”.

“So, I noticed”

“Did you want something?” she asked as her hand went back inside her panties.

“Nothing that can’t wait” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.

Anjula smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and exposed her thick black bush and then knelt on the chair with her moist hairy minge facing him.
Christian needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing dried up about the old maid he had penetrated.
She was kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as he stood behind, holding her skinny brown skinned hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (502) The Christmas Treat

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway, and Jimmy Percival was part of that.

But because he wasn’t local, he spent most of his time living in a Hotel, and only returned home to Abbottsford for high days and holidays, however he found himself stuck in Northchapel at Christmas due to bad weather and was facing a lonely Christmas at his Hotel until a colleague, Frank Cooper, took pity on him and invited him to have Christmas Dinner with his family. 

 

“I’ve brought Jimmy to spend the day with us” he said and introduced him to everyone, and they all made him feel welcome.

But his attention was drawn to a beautiful young woman, Nicole Wilson, and he was besotted by the beautiful creature.
It was a large family gathering, with four generations represented.

He made an instant friend, Frank’s 7-year-old son Jason,

“What did you want Santa to bring you?” asked Jason
“I would have liked her in my Christmas stocking” he said in his head but when he looked across at Nicole she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about the beautiful  girl.

“I’m always happy with whatever I get” he said, making pointless small talk, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about the Christmas treat he really wanted.

But he couldn’t prevent the lascivious thoughts which extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers of clothes.

He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste, his sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a handshake and taste was as yet unfulfilled.     

But all through the day knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met, he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.

They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the gathering, but all too soon the day was over, and goodbyes were said, and everyone went their separate ways and despite how much he had enjoyed the day, Jimmy was deflated as he got into his car, until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling Nicole.

“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she undressed for him, peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm, and all their appetites had been greedily satisfied and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until Boxing Day when they breakfasted on each other.